The Food

I got a monster or two in my room
Coming in and out like a boomerang
Exploding - ACME TNT
Road Runner runnin circles around my Coyote
Got me caught up in my own mind
When all I wanna do is get in line
To get my slice of that pie
Some home cookin', some food for the soul
Instead of all that Christmas coal
Givin it & givin it & givin it good
Til the sun come up and that pool
That pool of light broke my face
A monster wakes to start the day
Another sleeps to keep me at bay
I walk with a monster on my back
Like Quasimodo, I search for that tower
Only there ain't no Esmereldas
There ain't no love for the freak & geek
Who wishes upon a star
Thinkin' he can be just like a star
But monsters don't like that
Too heavy, too much
Get you lost in the woods
When your mind's hungry for the food
Fire, fire - I see you right there
My delusions are illusions of grandeur
So I'll shed this monster off me
The one sleeping, I'll stab just one eye
So he can look at me one more time
Takin off in my rocket-powered shoes
It ain't right, I know it's all rude
But stars don't shine for you
I shine for me so I can shine for good
You my monster, my mistake, my misunderstanding
Stars don't shine for you
I shine for me so I can shine for good

These Worries

It's a full-time job to not lose my faith.

I'd Like to Call It

Inspiration

Walk and choose to
You're playing like a poet
Like you always did
I never faced the turn
On the palm of God
Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams
They're haunting me, consoling me
Raised me toward the garden
Beauty, beauty, beauty
You slept this time like the angel speaks
and we danced until tomorrow
and I never thought that I could live here
But you pushed me on, you pushed me on
and I would like to call it
Call it beauty astray
Beauty, beauty, beauty
You can

Scanned Poem I Wrote...Don't Know How Long Ago

The top "stanza" is just a bunch of words for stimulation...I think.

Malibu

A few days ago, I took a drive down the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH), passing through Malibu. It was about 2:30 AM and here are my observations, in no discernible order:

1.One thing about L.A. that you learn to live with is the crowdedness. Can't be helped. So it was absolutely bizarre driving down the empty roads of Wilshire, hitting Santa Monica Beach, and heading down the PCH. Almost 10 million people live in the L.A. County and whodathunkit - you can actually feel and be alone for a brief period.

2. The PCH is a winding road after a while - it would be hell in traffic but it's a great drive with no cars. Ditto for Sunset Blvd, which I took on the drive back.

3. Driving to nowhere in particular isn't the best form of catharsis for me, possibly because of my immense fear of getting lost.

4. The sound of waves at night is terrifying when all you can see is the darkness.

5. Corinne Bailey Rae's The Sea is the album of choice.